The pain was excruciatingly sharp
As she plucked on the strings of my heart.
What she was after
I never even asked her
But her bowing was, to my mind, not smart.
Intellectuals think limericks non de trop;
Incrementally better than faux.
But when times are inclement
Enjoy a bright moment.
For one day we each have to go.
My bowels are a nuisance to me
Yet without them how bereft we would be
In fact we’d be dead
And as St Paul said
The glass is now dark,but we’ll see.
Pain must be approached with some stealth
As aggravating it’s bad for our health
Accept it and bear it
And never,ever fear it.
Relaxation is the best form of wealth
How my heart speaks 